Josie is a sales associate by day and a lollipop-sucking hacker by night. She likes to stay in and feel the keys underneath her fingertips. When she decides to grace her friends at a club, she stumbles across a man who seems to send every part of he...
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I don't even know who this fucking girl is, and she has my cock hard, like some pubescent fucking teenager. When she walked into that room, she had no fear. Even with my gun pointed at her, nothing. She looked at the computer like she was in love and went to work. Hacking into the street cameras should have been easy for that man to do. Yet, he fell fucking short and had a kid show him up. I didn't intend to kill him, but I wanted the kid to know I wasn't all bark and no fucking bite. She didn't flinch when I pulled the trigger and killed the man. She only threatened me before running out of the room to the restroom.
My men cleaned up the mess, and I went into my security room to see where she went after the restroom—wondering if she was going to flee. To my surprise, she heads back to whom I'm assuming are her friends, and she starts drinking, pretending none of this happened, perhaps. I occupy my private section that overlooks the dancefloor. My eyes drift over to the kid more than I would have liked. Her brunette-hair friend catches my eye numerous times, and says nothing to her.
Luca enters my private area and leans over the railing, eyes scanning the crowd. Luca is my right-hand man. My best friend. He helps me run the day-to-day operations of the Romano business, amongst other things. His eyes linger by the kiddo's table longer than I wish they did. Praying for his sake, he is checking out the friends, not her. My eyes roam her body again, and then her friend grabs her wrist and whispers something to her. Kiddo finally turns around, and we stare at one another. I grip my beer a little too tight and pop a breath mint in my mouth. She finally looks away.
"Any word on the Irish?" I ask, and Luca looks at me over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow. Talking about anything mafia-related out in the open wasn't ideal, but I needed a distraction from the kid. Luca turns around entirely and gives me a look of uncertainty, probably thinking I'm drunk.
"Not since we talked on the phone two hours ago. Would you like to go into the office to talk more about it?" He asks, and I look over his shoulder to see the kiddo and her friend heading to my private area. There she goes with another fucking lollipop. What is that all about?
"No." I keep it short. The bouncer is talking to the friend, and he looks over at me, and I tell him it is okay. The friend makes a beeline to me, and the kiddo walks toward the rail. I watch as Luca moves closer. I see the gleam in his eyes. He likes what he sees. He says something to her, catching her attention. I don't know what the brunette is saying; frankly, I don't care. I move in, ignoring the friend. Kiddo takes her lollipop out of her mouth and gives Luca a sultry smile.
"Hey—"
I grab her waist, spinning her around. I don't know what came over me, and I reach for her wrist directing her hand to my mouth as I suck on her lollipop. I know what came over me, but I dare not admit it. Slowly, I pull the lollipop out of my mouth and back into hers. "Flirt with another man in front of me again. I will kill him." I say loud enough for Luca to hear. "Got that, kiddo."
